Sunday, March 22, 2015

One of the happiest lives of all is the life of a mountain dog. They are the freest creatures, they wander in the wilderness in search of new adventures and exploring new territories, and normally their human masters let them live a very independent life.

I have recently made friends with this young dog, he accompanied me for some 3 Km, curious of my company and probably just to have a pretext to explore the world. Eventually he found the dead corpse of a deer, surrounded by crows, and he forgot about me.
Yesterday I have met him again and he was very festive to me, licked my face and celebrated my presence.

I like to think that such was the original relationship between man and wolves..... free, festive and independent...